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But the Doctor kept quiet, and next morning, after breakfast, he departed upon his business. He had no sooner entered the house of his patient, than he was wished much joy and congratulated upon the fatness and jolly good nature of his bride!

“But,” says the Doctor, “you’re mistaken in this affair. It’s all a hoax–a mere bit of fun!”

“Ha! ha!” laughed his patient, “fun?–you call getting married fun ?”

“Yes,” said the Doctor; “we were down at Capt. Figgles’s; there was a quilting and sort of a frolic going on—-“

“Yes, we heard of it.”

“And, in fun, to keep up the sports of the evening, Capt. Tiller proposed to marry some of us. So Miss Figgles and I stood up, and Captain Tiller acted parson, and we had some sport.”

“Well,” says the farmer (proprietor of the house), “Capt. Tiller has got you into a tight place, Doctor; he’s been around, laughing at the trick he’s played you, as perhaps you were not aware of the fact that by the law you are now just as legally and surely married as though the knot was tied by five dozen parsons or magistrates!”

“I’ll shoot Capt. Tiller, by Heavens!” cries the enraged Doctor. “He’s a scoundrel! I’ll crop his ears but I’ll have satisfaction!”

“Pooh!” says the farmer, “if Betsy Figgles does not object, and her father is willing and satisfied with the match as it is, I don’t see, Doctor, that you need mind the matter.”

“I’ll be revenged!” cries the Doctor.

“You were never previously married, were you?” says the farmer.

“No, sir,” replied the Doctor.

“Engaged to any lady?” continued the interrogator.

“No, sir; I am too poor, too busy to think of such a folly as increasing my responsibilities to society!”

“Then, sir,” said the farmer, “allow me to congratulate you upon this very fortunate event, rather than a disagreeable joke, for Capt. Figgles is worth nearly a quarter of a million of dollars, sir; and Miss Betsy is no gaudy butterfly, but, sir, she’s an excellent girl, whom you may be proud of as your wife.”

“‘Squire,” says the Doctor, “jump in with me, and go back to the Captain’s and assist me to back out, beg the pardon of Miss Figgles and her father, and terminate this unpleasant farce.”

The magistrate-farmer got into the Doctor’s gig, and soon they were at Capt. Figgles’s door.

“Captain,” says the Doctor, “I don’t know what excuse I can offer for the fool I’ve made of myself, through that puppy, Capt. Tiller, but, sir—-“

“Look a-here!” says the Captain, staring the Doctor broad in the face, “I’ve got wind of the whole affair; now ease off your palaver. You’ve married my daughter Betsy, in a joke; she’s fit for the wife of a Commodore, and all I’ve got to say is, if you want her, take her; if you don’t want her, you’re a fool, and ought to be made a powder-monkey for the rest of your natural life.”

“But the lady’s will and wishes have not been consulted, sir.”

“Betsy!” cries the old Captain, “come here. What say you–are you willing to remain spliced with the Doctor, or not? Hold up your head, my gal–speak out!”

“Yes– I’m agreed, if he is,” said she.

“Well said, hurrah!” cries the Captain. “Now, sir (to the Doctor), to make all right and tight, I here give you, in presence of the ‘Squire, my favorite daughter Betsy, and one of the best farms in the State of New York. Are you satisfied, Doctor?”

“Captain, I am. I shall try, sir, to make your daughter a happy woman!” returned the Doctor, and he did; he became the founder of a large family, and one of the wealthiest men in the State.

Rather pleased, finally, with the joke, the Doctor managed to turn it upon the Captain, who in due course of law was arrested upon the charge of illegally personating a parson, and marrying a couple without a license! He was fined fifty dollars and costs; and of course was thus caused to laugh on the wrong side of his mouth.